Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Tea water

The steam in the shower leads me back
To that New Year's Day when it rained tea water outside our tent.
It was too warm for snow,
Too cold to melt the fog
Hugging the lake.

"The mists of Avalon,"
I whisper.

A pair of ducks drifted out of a universe
they shared between themselves
to see alien life staring at them from the shore.
Startled, they left us only with ripples.

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